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"
How
is
that
,
dear
love
?
Oh
,
her
husband
was
a
sad
wicked
man
,
and
of
course
it
was
of
me
that
the
poor
dear
was
jealous
.
As
if
I
cared
about
him
,
heigho
!
when
there
was
somebody
--
but
no
--
do
n't
let
us
talk
of
old
times
"
;
and
she
passed
her
handkerchief
with
the
tattered
lace
across
her
eyelids
.
"
Is
not
this
a
strange
place
,
"
she
continued
,
"
for
a
woman
,
who
has
lived
in
a
very
different
world
too
,
to
be
found
in
?
I
have
had
so
many
griefs
and
wrongs
,
Joseph
Sedley
;
I
have
been
made
to
suffer
so
cruelly
that
I
am
almost
made
mad
sometimes
.
I
ca
n't
stay
still
in
any
place
,
but
wander
about
always
restless
and
unhappy
.
All
my
friends
have
been
false
to
me
--
all
.
There
is
no
such
thing
as
an
honest
man
in
the
world
.
I
was
the
truest
wife
that
ever
lived
,
though
I
married
my
husband
out
of
pique
,
because
somebody
else
--
but
never
mind
that
.
I
was
true
,
and
he
trampled
upon
me
and
deserted
me
.
I
was
the
fondest
mother
.
I
had
but
one
child
,
one
darling
,
one
hope
,
one
joy
,
which
I
held
to
my
heart
with
a
mother
's
affection
,
which
was
my
life
,
my
prayer
,
my
--
my
blessing
;
and
they
--
they
tore
it
from
me
--
tore
it
from
me
"
;
and
she
put
her
hand
to
her
heart
with
a
passionate
gesture
of
despair
,
burying
her
face
for
a
moment
on
the
bed
.
The
brandy-bottle
inside
clinked
up
against
the
plate
which
held
the
cold
sausage
.
Both
were
moved
,
no
doubt
,
by
the
exhibition
of
so
much
grief
.
Max
and
Fritz
were
at
the
door
,
listening
with
wonder
to
Mrs.
Becky
's
sobs
and
cries
.
Jos
,
too
,
was
a
good
deal
frightened
and
affected
at
seeing
his
old
flame
in
this
condition
.
And
she
began
,
forthwith
,
to
tell
her
story
--
a
tale
so
neat
,
simple
,
and
artless
that
it
was
quite
evident
from
hearing
her
that
if
ever
there
was
a
white-robed
angel
escaped
from
heaven
to
be
subject
to
the
infernal
machinations
and
villainy
of
fiends
here
below
,
that
spotless
being
--
that
miserable
unsullied
martyr
,
was
present
on
the
bed
before
Jos
--
on
the
bed
,
sitting
on
the
brandy-bottle
.
They
had
a
very
long
,
amicable
,
and
confidential
talk
there
,
in
the
course
of
which
Jos
Sedley
was
somehow
made
aware
(
but
in
a
manner
that
did
not
in
the
least
scare
or
offend
him
)
that
Becky
's
heart
had
first
learned
to
beat
at
his
enchanting
presence
;
that
George
Osborne
had
certainly
paid
an
unjustifiable
court
to
HER
,
which
might
account
for
Amelia
's
jealousy
and
their
little
rupture
;
but
that
Becky
never
gave
the
least
encouragement
to
the
unfortunate
officer
,
and
that
she
had
never
ceased
to
think
about
Jos
from
the
very
first
day
she
had
seen
him
,
though
,
of
course
,
her
duties
as
a
married
woman
were
paramount
--
duties
which
she
had
always
preserved
,
and
would
,
to
her
dying
day
,
or
until
the
proverbially
bad
climate
in
which
Colonel
Crawley
was
living
should
release
her
from
a
yoke
which
his
cruelty
had
rendered
odious
to
her
.
Jos
went
away
,
convinced
that
she
was
the
most
virtuous
,
as
she
was
one
of
the
most
fascinating
of
women
,
and
revolving
in
his
mind
all
sorts
of
benevolent
schemes
for
her
welfare
.
Her
persecutions
ought
to
be
ended
:
she
ought
to
return
to
the
society
of
which
she
was
an
ornament
.
He
would
see
what
ought
to
be
done
.
She
must
quit
that
place
and
take
a
quiet
lodging
.
Amelia
must
come
and
see
her
and
befriend
her
.
He
would
go
and
settle
about
it
,
and
consult
with
the
Major
.
She
wept
tears
of
heart-felt
gratitude
as
she
parted
from
him
,
and
pressed
his
hand
as
the
gallant
stout
gentleman
stooped
down
to
kiss
hers
.
So
Becky
bowed
Jos
out
of
her
little
garret
with
as
much
grace
as
if
it
was
a
palace
of
which
she
did
the
honours
;
and
that
heavy
gentleman
having
disappeared
down
the
stairs
,
Max
and
Fritz
came
out
of
their
hole
,
pipe
in
mouth
,
and
she
amused
herself
by
mimicking
Jos
to
them
as
she
munched
her
cold
bread
and
sausage
and
took
draughts
of
her
favourite
brandy-and-water
.
Jos
walked
over
to
Dobbin
's
lodgings
with
great
solemnity
and
there
imparted
to
him
the
affecting
history
with
which
he
had
just
been
made
acquainted
,
without
,
however
,
mentioning
the
play
business
of
the
night
before
.
And
the
two
gentlemen
were
laying
their
heads
together
and
consulting
as
to
the
best
means
of
being
useful
to
Mrs.
Becky
,
while
she
was
finishing
her
interrupted
dejeuner
a
la
fourchette
.
How
was
it
that
she
had
come
to
that
little
town
?
How
was
it
that
she
had
no
friends
and
was
wandering
about
alone
?
Little
boys
at
school
are
taught
in
their
earliest
Latin
book
that
the
path
of
Avernus
is
very
easy
of
descent
.
Let
us
skip
over
the
interval
in
the
history
of
her
downward
progress
.
